Chapter 377: Life and death, one after another

Many things that happened next made it impossible for people to pay attention to a small person like Liu Gensheng.

The loud sound of collapse, accompanied by miserable screams, rang out from time to time.

What followed was the sound of continuous crying.

In the face of a devastating disaster, every human being seems insignificant.

The entire island seemed to be covered.

However.

In such danger, there are always soldiers in military uniforms, constantly shuttling back and forth among the crowded crowds.

They rushed into the house that was about to collapse and carried out the shivering child.

They carried the bleeding wounded out on a stretcher.

The small playground in front of the school became a temporary first aid station.

Doctor Pei and all the health workers in the barracks were dispatched.

In the shortest possible time, white tents were built one after another.

There was a constant stream of wounded being sent over.

The existing medical resources and health workers are simply unable to cope with the situation.

Groups of bleeding and injured people could only wail and cry out in pain while waiting for treatment from doctors.

Everything is so chaotic and cruel.

Jiang Rou looked at the scene in front of her and did not sit there and wait for death.

"Light! Light!"

She called out a few times, but Song Qingqian didn't respond immediately.

Look back carefully.

Jiang Rou noticed that Song Qingqian's face looked unusually pale, and the corners of her beautiful eyes were tense, revealing an inexplicable tension.

The whole person is in a state of disorientation.

Jiang Rou held Song Qingqian's hand and felt the coldness in her palm.

"Qingqian, are you scared?"

Song Qingqian opened his mouth, "I..."

She wanted to say something, but what she saw was Jiang Rou, who looked even worse than her, the children huddled together in fear, and the increasing number of wounded people being sent over from all around.

The worries in her heart seemed too insignificant in the face of these things.

The words stuck in his throat were swallowed.

Song Qingqian took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I'm fine...Arou, what else can we do now? I want to help."

Jiang Rou said firmly, "Yes! There is something we can do."

Before that, she had to settle her two children.

As soon as Jiang Rou stood up, Zhou Xiaohua in her arms woke up like a frightened bird.

The small hand grabbed Jiang Rou's clothes.

"mother……"

Although Zhou Xiaochuan didn't say anything, he raised his head quickly, and stared at Jiang Rou with his dark eyes without blinking.

"Mom won't leave. She'll stay here. Besides Xiaochuan and Xiaohua, there are many other people who need Mom's help. You guys stay with Teacher Yang for now and watch over Mom from a distance, okay?"

With Jiang Rou's repeated assurances that she would not go far away.

Zhou Xiaohua slowly let go of her hand.

Jiang Rou brought the two children to live near other children and put them under the unified care of Yang Zhenzhen.

Before finally letting go, he gently touched the top of their heads.

Right after.

Jiang Rou found three pieces of clothes of different colors from the chaotic scene and cut them into thin strips with scissors.

And out of the tent he took some bloody gauze, very red.

She cut it in the same way, into thin strips.

Then give half of all the strips to Song Qingqian.

Song Qingqian still didn't understand what Jiang Rou was going to do, and looked at her in confusion.

"Clearly, from now on, all the injured people sent here will be classified according to the severity of their injuries. Those who need to undergo surgery immediately will be given red bands, those with more serious injuries but still able to hold on will be given brown bands, and those with minor injuries will be given white bands. Those who cannot be determined and need to be checked by a health worker will be given black bands."

Jiang Rou gave a simple and clear summary.

Song Qingqian was holding the tape in his hand, still in a daze.

She is neither a doctor nor a nurse, so how can she take on such a task?

Jiang Rou said, "Don't think too much, just follow your instinct. Wasting time now is wasting lives. The number of casualties is increasing, and things will only get more and more chaotic. We must deal with it as soon as possible. Believe me, you can do it."

The red ribbon in Song Qingqian's hand was stained with blood.

The blood was warm, and the temperature had not yet dropped. But in just a short period of time, many people had already lost their lives.

This trace of blood now dyed her palm red.

The ubiquitous howling and crying overlapped with the resilient light in Jiang Rou's eyes.

"good!"

Song Qingqian nodded in response.

She quickly wrote down what Jiang Rou said in her mind and hurried to the school entrance.

The wounded who were sent in continuously were classified one by one.

During this period.

While carefully examining the wounded, Song Qingqian would also look at the soldiers who were carrying stretchers or on their backs.

She hoped again and again to see the person she was thinking of, but was disappointed again and again.

But the disappointment was only for a moment, and the miserable howling constantly brought her thoughts back to reality.

Song Qingqian was busy in the front.

Jiang Rou was busy at the back.

She classified the injured who had been sent from the vacant lot and divided them into different areas.

Let the lightly wounded be with the lightly wounded, and the seriously wounded be with the seriously wounded.

During this time, she touched a corpse that was gradually getting colder.

He was a man of thirty who was supposed to be working in the fields.

But because it rained today, we had to stop the farm work.

At the moment of the earthquake, the roof beams collapsed and the man pushed his wife and children out, but he could not escape.

The beam hit the back of the man's head heavily, and scarlet blood flowed all over his head and face.

When he was brought in, he was still breathing weakly.

“Dad…Dad…Dad…”

"Dad, wake up... wake up... open your eyes and look..."

"Doctor! Doctor! Please save him, save him! He was still breathing just now, he is still alive... As long as you save him, he can survive..."

The young woman and the young child pushed the man's body while holding Jiang Rou's hands tightly.

I cried loudly, unwilling to believe what was happening in front of me.

Such separations of life and death were played out over and over again in the small open space.

Jiang Rou's eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes.

There was no time for comfort.

She took out a white sheet, covered the man with it, turned her head abruptly, and walked towards the next casualty.

Doctor Pei Jun came out several times in the meantime and noticed the band on the patient's wrist. He also saw Jiang Rou's figure and immediately understood what was going on.

He arranged for a sanitation worker to assist Jiang Rou and proceeded according to this classification.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Jiang Rou, Song Qingqian and several health workers, the chaotic scene was gradually brought under control and the treatment efficiency was improved.

One after another, seriously injured patients were sent into the white tent.

The spread of the disaster continued until the evening...